Something a little disturbing happened yesterday. I’m not going to say which school it was or the nurse’s name. I don’t think it’s necessary to throw the nurse under the bus, if you will.
We got a call from out first grader’s school nurse telling us our daughter had a sore throat and a slight temperature. She suggested we pick her up.
No problem. I hopped in the truck and went to the school, signed in, and headed to the Clinic.
I walked in and said I was there to pick up “T”. The nurse looked at me strangely and said, “There she is”, nodding toward the little girl sitting down next to the desk.
“That’s not my daughter”, I replied.
“Excuse me? That’s “T””.
“That’s not my “T””, I said.
At this moment it was clear on the nurse’s face she’d made a mistake. She went a bit pale and apologized for the inconvenience. She said she must have gotten the child’s last name wrong.
It wasn’t a hassle and we said our good-bye’s.
On the way home I got to thinking about it. I know the chance of something atrocious happening is slim, but It really started to bother me.
The nurse made a mistake and if it’s made again at least she’s calling a parent, not some random person out of the phone book. But I’m not so sure the child would speak up for fear of embarrassment and in this case the little girl could barely speak and didn’t speak up until the nurse asked her last name.
There are some sick people out there with and without children.
Virginia Beach Schools have a topic to discuss here. I hope this doesn’t happen again.